Ophelia just broke her speaking shell about a month ago. It's the dream I've been having of a speaking child come true. Of course, now her two-year molars are coming in."Guck guck" for "knock knock.""Grandma" for Mama. Why?!"Bat pat" for backpack.

My friend's little boy used to pronounce his K's and hard C's as T's as well, so I was Teer-stin and my sister (Karin) was Teer-stin-Tarin (we think he was trying to say Kirstin's Karin as though she belonged to me.) He's 14 now and I miss being Teer-stin. Also, when he wanted to watch "A Bug's Life" he'd ask for a Bud Lite, Mommy, a Bud Lite! which was hilarious.

My nephew used to pronounce I as my. "Yes, my do want to get hit by a car, Auntie!" (after I told him we couldn't play in the street because he didn't want to get hit by a car, obvs.)

And when I was little (can I nominate myself for a cute-ism, or is that pathetic?) I couldn't say my own name so I referred to myself as Churchin. My older siblings still call me that sometimes.